Chapter 351

"Open."

There was no way. Facing the ancient wind sword, he could only stop his body, with terrible spiritual power rippling on his body, and the blue light flashed in his eyes. The wind on the body rises and the long sword in the hand is waved. A blue sword awn tore the space and collided with the old-fashioned stabbing sword awn.

"Bang."

The moment the two collided, the world was silent. With a dull howling, the sound waves spread, and they both really had to step back.

"Damn it, who the hell is this guy? Why is he so strong?" the young man's face was a little ugly. He understood the meaning of sword and wind, and was definitely the best among the many martial arts in soul forging realm. Even if he met the dual martial cultivation of soul forging realm, he could compete with it with his extraordinary speed, but he felt powerless in the face of the young man in front of him. Many of his means could not help the young man in front of him. On the contrary, every time he attacked, he gave him a great sense of oppression.

"Why don't you run?"

Gu Feng took off the huge force generated by the sound wave impact, and then stared at the young man with a cold light in his eyes.

"Boy, don't think I'm really afraid of you and want to kill me. You can't do it yet." the young man said in a hoarse voice. His divine sense tightly locks on the ancient wind. As long as the ancient wind is relaxed, he will attack in an instant.

"Can't do it? Then try it." Gu Feng grinned, and his voice fell. His body also erupted into cold killing opportunities. The panic of sword intention erupted, and the whole space turned into a world of sword, full of sharp sword intention.

"You... You actually broke through the true meaning of the sword." the young man felt the horror of the sword in the space, his face couldn't help but change and exclaimed.

General martial arts practitioners can understand the mind, which is enough to prove his strong talent on this road. If they want to understand the true meaning, they need not only talent, but also continuous research on this road, including experience and understanding. Among thousands of martial arts practitioners who have understood the mind, there may not be one who can understand the true meaning, which shows the difficulty of understanding the true meaning.

But the young man in front of him actually understood the true meaning of the sword. How can he not be surprised and frightened by such terrible sword meaning.

"Hiss..."

While the young people were shocked, the long sword in the ancient wind's hand stabbed down, and more than a dozen terrible invisible sword ideas appeared in the space. It was extremely terrible to hang the past towards the front.

"I'm fighting with you!" the young man clenched his teeth and drank fiercely. Then he saw his hands seal fiercely. A pillar of light rose from his body, followed by an ancient incense burner full of cracks.

At the moment when the censer appeared, a mysterious force suddenly flowed in this space, and a wave spread, making the sword meaning of this space tremble slightly.

As soon as the eyes of the ancient wind coagulated, they stared at the cracked incense burner, and a dignified color flashed in their eyes. The incense burner is simple, rusty and gives off an ancient smell. There are a few vague runes on it. He can't see clearly because of the erosion of years, but he feels a sense of oppression from the censer. Although the sense of oppression is very weak, it makes him feel creepy.

Even if the censer is full of cracks, it is so terrible. God knows what grade the censer is when it is intact.

The young man's eyes flashed a crazy color, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from the air. The little blood didn't fall on the ground, but flew strangely towards the censer, and was finally absorbed by the censer.

With the bloody light on the censer, the mysterious wave spread.

"Open." the young man roared, his hands were sealed, and the lid of the censer was opened. Then the ancient wind felt a terrible force of famine spreading.

"Barren gas!" the ancient wind looked frozen, and wisps of withered yellow energy floated out of the censer, with a very strong barren atmosphere, which filled the whole area in an instant.

The censer was suspended on the youth's head, and the wisps of light poured down, blocking the barren air.

"Go to hell!" the young man roared with a sneer on his face and waved his palm down. The barren breath is like a recovering dragon, rolling towards the ancient wind.

The barren breath swept through, the vegetation withered, and then turned into fly ash, which shook people's hearts.

The barren breath swept across, and the dozens of invisible sword meanings stabbed by the ancient wind were disintegrated and turned into nothingness in an instant.

In the distance, Gu Feng stood in place expressionless, with a flash of light in his eyes, allowing those barren breath to sweep towards him.

The barren Qi is very fast. In an instant, the ancient wind is wrapped in it. In a short moment, the barren Qi surged, like the spiritual power and life power of the crazy devourer ancient wind.

"Ha ha, you're still young, boy. But you'll die without regret if you can die in the desolation." the young man looked at the scene and smiled wildly.

He did not believe that in the face of desolation, ancient customs could survive. The barren Qi, even the martial cultivation at the peak of soul forging realm, is unwilling to be contaminated. What's more, a teenager who is only a pure body and nine areas. Although this young man has many strange things, he can't resist the desolation.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." when the young man laughed happily, an indifferent voice came with a trace of ridicule, which made the young man's neck stop like being clamped by pliers.

The young man turned his head rigidly and looked at the ancient wind. His face became ugly for a moment.

Because the ancient wind in front of him had no scars on his body except that his clothes were a little shabby, and even the fluctuation of lotus spirit power had not weakened.

"How... How is it possible?"

The young man couldn't help muttering to himself. He was very aware of the horror of desolation. Anyone infected with it would turn into a pile of dead bones in an instant, and there would never be any possibility of survival. Such a terrible thing, he had planned to deal with those opponents on the holy king mountain, but he didn't expect to use it here. What he didn't expect, with the terrible desolation, had no effect on the boy opposite.

Gu Feng shook his palm, and a wisp of withered and yellow breath in his palm quickly disappeared, integrated into his body and became a part of his body strength.

With the power of life and death, he is not afraid of desolation.